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Shinsou Hitoshi liked two things in the morning, coffee and quiet. Bakugou Katsuki was neither of those. His tired eyes stared straight into blood red ones as he defiantly took another sip of his caffeinated drink.
Shinsou snorted when the blond clicked his tongue and looked away. Shinsou-1, Bakugou-0. He took a seat behind his favourite tree, it was in the perfect position to let him lean against it to watch the sunrise in the morning and block the sunlight in the afternoon. And though Shinsou would never admit it out loud, it also hid him well enough for any passing bullies to not see him.
This courtyard was one of Shinsou’s sanctuaries on campus the only other one being his dorm. It was somewhere he could relax his mind and get away from the shitty people that seemed to surround him.
Even though he had been proclaimed as the ”hero of general studies” when the word got out that Shinsou was being considered for movement into the hero course and the rumor was spread that Aizawa was taking him under his wing to be his sidekick, all the praise soon turned to spite and Shinsou was back to square one with his class.
Shinsou was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a bang and a rather loud curse. Looking up he saw Bakugou holding a smoldering pile in his hand. Upon further inspection, Shinsou realised that was the hothead's phone and let out a light airy laugh.
“Fuck are you laughing at you eggplant looking motherfucker!” Bakugou yelled glaring at the insomniac. Shinsou cringed at the volume of the blond’s voice and opted to say nothing, instead choosing to turn around and facing a different side of the courtyard. Cursing every deity he could think of, Shinsou mentally prepared himself when he heard the blond walking, n, stomping his way towards him.
“I asked you a question shithead.”
“And I didn’t answer it,” Shinsou replied with a shrug, “What are you doing out here anyway?” Shinsou asked turning to look at the other boy with narrowed eyes. Bakugou was there before Shinsou meaning he woke up early to get there, but what threw Shinsou off was that he was just sitting there. He expected someone like Bakugou to train in the morning or something.
“That’s none of your goddamn business.”
“Oh sorry I wasn’t aware only you could ask questions here, my deepest apologies sir,” Shinsou let out with a snort. From the way, the blond looked Shinsou was certain he would either lose consciousness, his hearing, or both in a few moments.
“Aren’t you full of comebacks, you fucking eggplant coloured bitch,” Bakugou hissed his hands already sparking. Shinsou knew that the right choice was to let it go or cower in fear to appease the explosive boy, but as much as he hated to admit, he got a rush from making the other boy angry; it was incredibly satisfying to see him get worked up over a few stupid words.
“I thought you’d at least have the ingenuity to come up with a better insult, ya know something catchy to yell in the cafeteria. How about aubergine asshole or Shitsou, or even something overused like villainous freak?” Shisou disguised the emotions behind the last insult with a wide grin. Though he’d been called a future villain more than enough times to be able to control his outward appearance, the resurgence of his bullying made it feel like someone was ripping open old wounds.
Shinsou decided not to wait for a reply for the blond, who quite surprisingly was speechless at Shinsou’s words, and got up. He could start to hear some people in the hallways, meaning that classes would probably start within the next half hour.
For what was possibly the first time in his life, Bakugou Katsuki was silent. He had no comeback, no snide remark, not even a growl. Sure people he insulted had given him backtalk before but they either got intimidated into silence or punched. Even Todoroki would ignore him when he threatened to start a fight. But no, Shinsou fucking Hitoshi just had to be different.
Bakugou glared at the taller boys retreating form, it had been a good twenty seconds and with the image of Shinsou’s shit-eating grin burned into his mind, he still didn’t have a comeback other than, ‘let’s fight asshole’. He waited until Shinsou was out of an earshot to let out a groan, he got owned, he got incredibly owned. Bakugou may not have been the greatest orator nor was he the best communicator, but he knew how to throw insults. However, he got fully, completely owned, and not only did he just get owned, he got owned by a shitty extra.
Bakugou almost let off another small explosion, everything that day had gone wrong. First, he woke up to train just to find his favourite spot under repair, then he had to find where Kaminari and Ashido had hidden his clean uniform, and now he just got his metaphorical chair pulled out from under him by some fucking general education student.
Bakugou knew he had to let it go, but damn it this was a matter of pride, Bakugou had built a terrifying reputation that would leave people quaking with a single look. Not only did Shinsou not respect that reputation, he practically shit on it, even when he walked away it wasn’t out of fear but dismissal. And Bakugou Katsuki would be dead before he was dismissed.